Lyrics:
[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
the mood
Sean Paul, Estelle
If I was to tell you just how much I need you, would you come tonight?
Or would you not believe me 'cause a love that easy
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
ain't gonna love you
I ain't gonna love you
Nobody wants you like I want you
Nobody needs you like I need you
You know I would beg and plead, get down
would beg and plead, get down on my knees
I'd do most anything, it's true
But I ain't gonna love you
I ain't gonna love you
'Cause I love you
I'll be
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn Zipporah
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn Zipporah
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see
the mood
Sean Paul, Estelle
If I was to tell you just how much I need you, would you come tonight?
Or would you not believe me 'cause a love that easy
through frustration
Clean Bandit, Sean-Da-Paul, Anne-Marie, sing, make them hear
She works the night, by the water
She's gonna stress, so far away from
Riddick Bowe'd
Critics'll end up in critical
Think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked then
And I ain't stopping 'till I'm on top again, all
rock, rock this joint
We're gonna rock, rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
Well, six times six is thirty six
I ain't gonna hit for
these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get
overnight
No, and it ain't going away without a fight
No, now I ain't saying that I'm never gonna beg you, oh baby come back
But right now baby I don't
me
I heard me beg, I heard me plea
As you goad out impurities
Ain't no giant gonna hold me down
Weapons formed with a tongue (½ notes?)
Kingdom come,
to this shit, here we go
This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into
upon
This man he loves you and he ain't gonna let you go
Life may take you out there
turn you upside down
Make you weak, make beg for mercy
But, this
these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get
if this was Disney
Holy Ghost walk by like oops ya missed meWho could this be
Jesus I know
Paul I know
But who could this be ?
RUFF catch the frisbee
Jazzy Jeff ftg Baby Blak & Paul Yams
*Just for just for hip hop not for rap yo*
*Just for just for hip hop not for rap*
[Baby Blak]
I got love
b**** from TikTok told her man he could kick rocks
Money tall like Kristaps she gonna hit him with this block (blocked by james)
("F*** you, I don't love
back in style again
I mean them big fat cuties, back in style again
You ain't had no real good lovin' till you've been loved by one of them
She gonna
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
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